'I'm dead, I have to answer tactfully.'
Irel broke into a cold sweat when she felt the danger. She started using dishonest words to appease Varkan.
“No, I don't think it's okay if we don't need to meet you.”
"No way."
"It's true. Even though I miss my family... the person I chose is you."
Hearing that, Varkan raised his eyes and stared at Irel. She timidly faced his eyes, then slightly curved the corners of her eyes into a semicircle, smiling gracefully.
"So, if you tell me not to go, I won't go. The most important thing to me is you."
…What an extremely strange thing. His nature never tolerates those who dare to lie to his face.
Yet, why doesn't he want to tear off those small, beautiful lips that insist on telling lies even just a little bit?
Looking at her smile, a strange sweetness, like honey, spread in his mouth. But on the other hand, a corner of his chest tightened and became bitter. What kind of emotion is this?
[Ting! Varkan's favorability increased by 4 points.]
Irel silently wiped away cold sweat because her sympathy level had just been updated. Although she was a little sad that she couldn't meet her family, she also felt relieved that she seemed to be out of danger.
“…Just go.”
"Yes?"
“Let's go see the family.”
At that moment, a sentence suddenly slipped from Varkan's lips. Irel doubted her ears, but she didn't expect him to agree. When facing her round, bunny-like eyes, Varkan flashed a dangerously seductive smile.
“Because I also want…”
“What… do you want?”
“Marry me.”
After speaking, he reached out and gently caressed Irel's lips. Clumsily, like a teenager touching a flower petal for the first time.
“But there are conditions.”
“What… condition?”
"First, you must bring back the marriage approval letter. Second, you must bring my subordinates with you."
Varkan uttered dryly. Contrary to the cold voice, the seductive touch, gently brushing against her lips, thought to be touching but was not, instead exuded a strange heat.
That itchy feeling seemed to reach deep into the heart. To get rid of that strange feeling, Irel quickly nodded.
“Ah, I see.”
She thought he would ban her, but it was unexpected. What's the point of being watched by a few subordinates? The important thing is that she gets to see her family.
The unexpected agreement made Irel feel happy. The excitement temporarily dispelled her fear, she smiled brightly, and proactively took Varkan's hand.
“Thank you, Varkan.”
Looking intently at her smile, Varkan's golden eyes narrowed slightly.
Royal Street, a high-class commercial street, where only aristocrats and above can be customers. A horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the Eastern Continental style restaurant located at number 12.
The carriage window, which was so darkly colored that it almost lost its luster, opened slightly. A man with hair the color of spring cotton candy poked his head out.
“…”
In contrast to his sweet appearance, the man's expression when observing the outside was extremely cold. He checked every corner of the restaurant and surrounding alleys, checking for any potentially dangerous elements. That wasn't enough, he also asked his companion in the car.
“There was no ambush, was there?”
“Wait.”
Yan Luis, with his white eyelashes lowered, replied. Soon, his transparent body slid over the side of the carriage.
“Nothing suspicious.”
Yan Luis turned around and reported with a dull expression, Chellos nodded.
"Thank you. Then, go to the appointed location."
Immediately, Yan Luis became blurry again, disappearing as if merging into thin air. If nothing happens, he will continue to hide to monitor every move.
After seeing Yan Luis off, Chellos got out of the car first. He still didn't let down his guard, glancing around again.
It was late at night so the high-end commercial street became quiet, with almost no people. Chellos glanced coldly at a few employees cleaning up at the end of the day, then turned back. He politely extended his hand towards the carriage door.
“You can go down now, ma'am.”
As if waiting for these words, a white hand came out from the sleeve of his blue silk shirt and grabbed Chellos's hand. The person stepping down, although a bit wobbly because of the wide spread of her skirt, was none other than Irel.
"Oh."
Irel's eyes widened in surprise as she looked up at the foreign architecture in front of her. This is ‘Eastern Bless’—one of the few Eastern Continental-style restaurants and the most highly rated in the Kingdom. Its exterior is reminiscent of a restaurant specializing in high-end Korean cuisine.
The tiled stone wall, the ancient roof, the white wall with wooden window frames and door frames, the oriental bamboo curtains covering the windows, even the bamboo plants planted in the garden all create a unique beauty.
‘It feels like a mixture of many countries.’
That's right. The Eastern Continent in the game 'Salvation' does not just simulate a single country, but a mixture of many Eastern cultures to create a unique world.
The building was Korean-style, the garden was Japanese-style, and the outfit of the service staff approaching this direction was almost Chinese-style.
“Welcome, Lady Irel Elorance.”
The waitress, dressed in a red silk brocade uniform, clasped her hands and bowed.
“Your relatives are already waiting inside.”
The special thing is that the waitress wears an embroidered silk band on her head, with a thin piece of red cloth hanging down from the silk band, lightly covering her eyes.
‘I wonder if she can see the road?’
Irel curiously watched the waitress's eyes flicker through the veil. But she didn't ask that silly thing.
“Please follow me.”
Irel walked in following the waitress. Perhaps the dish leans towards Thai style, because a pungent, foreign scent of spices and slightly bitter coriander wafts into the nose.
That scent finally feels real. Her heart was pounding because she was about to meet her family. Even though they weren't biological family and knew that Varkan's subordinates were watching from somewhere, she still felt a little excited at this moment.
Will they get angry when they meet? Or will they burst into tears? The last time she left the mansion was to run away from home, so Irel couldn't be sure. But anyway…
‘I want to meet them.’
However, in the excitement, Irel still did not forget the attitude he needed to maintain. Varkan treated her relatively gently because she was 'cooperating'.
If she joins forces with her family to turn their backs on him, Varkan will immediately turn his face. And according to the original story, he will become a brutal villain, destroying her entire family.
‘So, you have to act tactfully. You must definitely get marriage approval.'
Irel was determined and stopped in front of the room door. She carefully examined the gorgeously decorated hair in her hair, the long dangling earrings, the gemstone rings on her hands, and the long dress made from expensive materials.
The reason she dresses so splendidly that doesn't suit her taste is very simple: to show off to her family.
To show off that she is living very well, that Varkan has spared no money and effort in investing in her. It was a silent appeal: Please approve this marriage.
‘Of course, it won't help.’
Irel sighed, just as she was about to open the door.
Bang!
A cup of tea flew out from the slightly opened door, shattering against the wall. Irel was startled and stood still.
“Michael, are you still sane?! How dare you say you should consider this marriage!!!”
Calver's angry voice echoed from inside. At the same time, Michael's confused voice also rang out.
"Father, it's not like that... Please listen to my explanation. Err, please put down the teacup."
Luckily the teacup wasn't aimed at Irel. Michael, who had just avoided the cup that should have hit him, hastily explained.
"Think carefully, Irel is not someone who acts without thinking. Even though she doesn't talk much, I know she always has her own plans."
Michael had always wondered before coming here. Should I follow my parents' wishes, or should I respect my sister, Irel's wishes?
But after meeting the suspicious character named 'Regis' before, Michael completely leaned towards his sister.
‘Speaking of Linguistic Arts, that thing disappeared a long time ago!’
In ancient times, chosen people could use Spirit Arts. It is the ability to send power into words, making what one says come true, just like what Regis demonstrated that day.
This was originally a gift that goddess Nashva gave to devout believers. Although Hashva is currently the only God protecting this world, in the beginning there was not only one God.
The ancestors God Hashva and Nashva were a harmonious couple. However, the Evil God Abihshan, jealous of the Chief God Hashva, killed his wife Nashva. Because of that sin, Abihshan was banished to the Abyss, forever unable to return to the Divine World...
'And Nashva's gift of Linguistics was also destroyed.'
But what Regis demonstrated that day was clearly Spirit Arts. It's strange enough for a disappeared ability to reappear, but that's not all.
‘In exchange for help, Irel's blood is required!’